Danny held me under his arm and guided be down the blocks of his hometown, telling me about all the spaces he loves and pointing out all things of interest. The street was lit with holiday lights and he looked so ethereally handsome. We approached an underwhelming looking building, I would even call it plain! He said “I’ve always wanted to bring someone special here and I’ve yet to have have the chance. I’ve played through it in my head probably a hundred times. I want to share it with you.”
He held the door for me and followed me in closely. His hand on my back. He was always touching me. It was like he couldn’t help it. I absolutely loved it, I think it was why I was always so wet for him. He was working me up constantly. The pub was not plain, it was stunning. The walls were adorned with hand painted, scenic murals. The bar was dripping with class, granite and marble for days. There were chandeliers over the bar and huge vases filled with fresh cut flowers. The booths against the walls were very tall and cozy. Made of fine, heavy, antiquated wood. Wrapped in a buttery, soft, green genuine leather. Danny slipped my coat off. He handed both of ours to a young woman behind a hostess stand. A man walked up, greeted Danny by name and walked us to a booth towards the back of the room. There were some small groups of people at the tables, a couple at the bar. I was riddled with thoughts about Dannys interactions with the server. “A reservation must be required. Does he know him? Is this another one of Danny’s intricate plans?”
Danny held out his hand and gestured to me which side of the table he wanted me to sit on. The side that would place my back to the rest of the room. Danny followed me into my side of the booth and gave my ass a punch with his thumb and index finger, and then tugged the hem of my skirt. They were going back and forth in their native tongue. Danny held his hand up toward me, pointing. They both chuckled before the man walked away. I was blushing, embarrassed. Did he just see what Danny had done? He scooted in close, I scooted closer to the wall to give him plenty of space. I think he could always tell if I was trying to seem dainty or smaller when we were in tight places together. “You’re fine, stop running away from me.” He said it so firmly, I felt chastised at first. “He asked if we were celebrating anything, I said you.” I was comforted and relaxed again, he slid his hand across the top of my thigh and into the warmth between my legs. Lingering for only a moment. He groaned softly like a beast and moved his hand back to atop my thigh, gently scratching at my tights.
Danny said “I hope you don’t mind, I ordered us a bottle of wine, it’s the house specialty”. I said “Of course not, I trust you. With everything.” He bit his lip, hard. He started telling me the romantic history of the bar while we perused the menu, some dating back to post World War I. It was all so glamorous and I was becoming more and more enamored with him by the word. The server returned with two chilly glasses of white wine and Danny ordered our dinner. He turned to me as soon as the server walked away and slid his hand back in between my legs. He nuzzled into my neck. I felt his breath on my neck, and then his lips. He was coaxing me further into the corner of the booth. And then I noticed, he was smelling me. Kissing my tenderly from neck to ear lobe. His hand was working it’s way up under my skirt, I hadn’t really noticed how far until he clutched the crotch of my tights in his fist. My stomach felt like it leapt into my chest. We were both so still, feeling each other pant. He jerked his hand down, I gasped. He had ripped the crotch right out of my tights. He gently slammed the chunk of lace onto the top of the table and stared at me for what seemed like a minute. I could feel my pussy dripping and throbbing. Begging for his touch.
He kissed me and shoved his hand back under my skirt. Stopping just shy of my panties, lingering awhile. He pulled my panties aside and placed one finger on my clit. He knew I was aching for him now too. “You’re such a good girl”, he whispered. “I want to be your good girl” I said. And then Danny replied “You’re my best girl” and slid two fingers inside of me. He played with me for a good ten minutes there under the table,like a toy. Watching me squirm and try not to moan. Desperately trying to keep a straight face. When I’d pull away from his kisses and look to make sure no one was coming he would say “Relax”. It felt like a directive, an instruction. I obeyed.
We heard the server check on a table a few away from us, I begged him. “Danny he’s coming…” he pulled out and we both heard how drenched I was when he did. I remembered the lace. I placed my hand over it and Danny laughed. His smile makes me knees weak.
The server returned and asked Danny if we were ready for another glass before he looked at the table. He realized they were both still full and I blushed. I could feel my face was burning hot. Danny chuckled again and said no thank you before asking if we could have our plates prepared for take away. I was so embarrassed. But I could feel a deep lust growing inside of me, and I was so pleased. That was a new feeling. The server asked if there was an issue, Danny assured him we were fine and the server said he’d have our plates ready shortly.
I started drinking my glass of wine. The warmth it created in my chest made me feel like I had a fever. I said “Danny I’m so hot”before putting it down and opting for my water glass. He laughed and said “reach into my pocket, take out enough for the check.” I saw Danny’s sullied hand, he was resting his wrist on the the table top. Those two generous fingers still pressed together, glistening in the dimmed lights of the chandelier. I thumbed through his wallet and grabbed a group of tender and looked at him for approval. “More.” I added bills, “more”. I added again and he said “Perfect. Just like my girl” and pursed his lips for a kiss. I obliged and then he got up from the table. The lace, I had almost forgot! I pulled away and grabbed it from the table and placed it in his wallet before handing it to him. “I’m going to keep that forever”, he flashed me that million dollar smile and put his hand and wallet in his pocket. He instructed me to hand the little pile of cash to the hostess. She also seemed surprised by our bizarre behavior. But she took the money and handed us our coats. Danny asked the hostess to let him know when the take away was ready and she agreed.
We stepped out onto the chilly and foggy street. The air was crisp and tender, like how I imagine a Shanghai-La. The relief on my flushed cheeks was divine. Danny leaned against the wall and beckoned me to him. I stood in front of him and I turned me toward the street. Pulling my back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my cheek. I felt his cock throbbing against my ass. “I can’t wait to get you home,” he whispered. He kissed my shoulder. The hostess came out with our food. Danny took the brown bag from her and we walked home. Giggling about how surprised I had been at every turn. Danny thanked me for “making his dream come true”. I said “Are we awake now then?”, he smiled and kissed me.
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